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Quackity floated lazily in the bay, enjoying the cool water on his skin. Moving to the beach was one of the best decisions he’d ever made, right up there next to going to the casino the night he won the money to even move in the first place. 

He heard a splash not far away and looked over his shoulder from where he lay in his floatie ring. There was nothing there now.

Okay. He wasn’t scared. Not at all.

“Weird” He muttered, going back to lazing about.

There was another splash, and Quackity was maybe a little scared now. Were there sharks around here? He didn’t know! He just wanted a relaxing beach home!

He started slowly paddling his way back to shore, looking around the water for anything suspicious. 

Once he was close enough he wiggled off of his floatie and waded up onto the beach. 

He dropped his floatie ring over a post so it wouldn’t blow away or wash out.

Sparing one last glance back at the water, Quackity walked into his house for the night.

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Wilbur watched the man with wings go into his house. He was pretty.

He was a little upset that the man had gotten spooked off by him. He was just trying to watch him float around.

Not like he was a shark or anything. He sighed, laying back in the water to go to sleep.

He’d see the man again.

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After a week of hesitation, Quackity was back out enjoying the sea. He sighed contently, smoothie in hand and sunglasses on.

His favorite blue floatie had gotten carried out to sea or some shit so he was forced to use the yellow one.

Besides the stupid water stealing his shit, it was a good day.

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Wilbur squealed, happily swimming around the pretty blue swim ring. This was the man’s, and it was the best blue. 

Ah, he had such good taste.

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Quackity may have fallen asleep on his floatie. Not his fault. It was peaceful out here.

What was a bit more alarming was the man draped across him, holding his hand as he slept.

Quackity’s face scrunched up in confusion and fear and confusion. Mostly just confusion.

“Ehhhh” He mumbled, the man still unmoving.

The man was a hybrid. Looked like those otters he had seen in the water a few times. He had the ears and tail like them.

Quackity poked him a few times, successfully waking him up.

“Mm?” He blinked looking up at Quackity. “Go back to sleep…” He yawned, laying his head back down on Quackity’s stomach.

The audacity . He wasn’t this dude’s floating pillow.

A clawed hand smacking into his face cut off his train of thought. “Hey-!”

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Wilbur liked the man but why couldn’t he be quiet? It was sleep time, the damn idiot didn’t seem to realize that.

He kept yelling nonsense about Wilbur “invading his personal space” and how “this is technically kidnapping”. It’s not . Wilbur isn’t keeping him here.

He just fell asleep, and Wilbur took it upon himself to keep the man from freezing. This is what he gets for being generous.

“Could you shut up ?” He groaned, lifting his head to look at the winged man. “I’m keeping you warm . Do you want to freeze?”

The man paused, brain doing a double take before he fixed a glare on Wilbur. 

“What did I do?” He complained, now sliding off the man’s floatie.

“What did you do ? I don’t even know you! Why’re you holding my hand, you creep?!”

Wilbur tilted his head and blinked. “So you don’t drift away.”

“Ah- Oh…”

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Quackity wasn’t going anywhere near the sea now. No way no how.

He just stayed inside his beach house like a totally normal person, watching out through the blinds to see if that otter dude would show up, drinking milk out of his coffee mug. He needed to go grocery shopping. 

He’d get to it.

Now he had a mortal enemy; Mr. Creepy-Otter-Hand-Holding-Creep. Had he said creep twice? Eh, the name was a work in progress.

Quackity had liked sea otters, until now. 

That man had changed his whole view on them. Now they were just smelly furry fish in his eyes. And he was pretty sure that guy was the reason his floatie was missing.

Bastard.

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Wilbur dove down under the water, looking for Tommy.

He quickly found the boy, his orange scales standing out amongst the kelp. 

Wilbur waved down at him, gesturing for the boy to come up to the surface.

Wilbur went back up, taking in a breath of air as Tommy joined him to the side.

“What’s up, Wil?” The teen asked, feigning interest.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “That new winged guy who lived on the beach”

Tommy’s interest was real now. “Oh him? Did you talk to him? Is he cool?”

Wilbur huffed, sinking down enough to blow bubbles in the water. 

He wasn’t pouting. Not a chance.

Tommy chuckled. “Oof, must have been bad then?”

Wilbur lifted his head out of the water and sighed. “He yelled at me! I was just trying to keep him warm and make sure he wouldn’t float away!”

“You are so generous and great, Wilbur. The best non-fish ever” Tommy giggled, unserious.

How dare he mock Wilbur’s pain.

“I will eat you, stupid goldfish,” Wilbur threatened, bearing his teeth.

Tommy yelped and dove back under the water, Wilbur swimming after him.

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Quackity had had enough. Mostly because he had no food left in his house.

He pulled himself together and left the house, walking out on the beach. 

Why’d he have to live so close to the water? It was prime ground for hand-holding stalker otter men.

“Hi!”

Quackity screamed and jumped back. It was a totally manly scream. He’s not scared. What? Psh, who’s scared? Not him.

He turned to the shore, looking at the notorious sea-otter man. He was plotting his kidnapping now, he knew it.

“What do you want?” Quackity hissed, wings puffed up in aggression and totally not fear.

“I want to talk to you. Your wings are very pretty” The man had the audacity to compliment him. 

Quackity huffed, turning away from him. “Well I don’t want to talk to you . You kidnapped me! And touched me, you weirdo!”

The sea-otter guy blinked in confusion, brushing his hair out of his face. “I was making sure you didn’t drift out to sea, you were already like fifty feet from the shore when I found you. And I didn’t touch you, I held your hand”

“That still qualifies as touching,” Quackity huffed. “And I didn’t need your help, I would’ve been fine”

The otter man raised an eyebrow, “You were practically turning blue from the cold.” 

“You- You could’ve just pushed me back to shore! Or woken me up!” Quackity argued.

The man smiled .

“That’s no fun”

Quackity scoffed and stormed off towards the town.

He wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t.

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Wilbur watched the man walk off. 

He was a real wet blanket.

Wilbur sighed and crawled out of the sea, shaking off the water best he could. He hadn’t been on the land in a long time. But breaking into, ehem, exploring the man’s house seemed too good an offer to pass up.

Walking over to the house and up the stairs was easy, and getting inside was even easier. You’d think someone who was freaked out about being kidnapped and stalked would lock their door.

Not that Wilbur did either of those things. He was just being nice.

The inside of the house was somehow not at all what Wilbur expected.

And it was nice .

This guy must have a lot of money.

It was more on the modern side, but with lots of personal touches too.

Wilbur didn’t know much about other places or cultures, but some of this stuff made him think the guy wasn’t american.

Cool.

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Quackity came home to find his front door wide open.

Ominous as fuck.

He almost dropped his grocery bags. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t do that to his precious white bread.

He slowly stepped into his house. 

There were fucking wet sandy footprints leading inside.

What the fuck.

He set the bags down on the counter and walked into his living room. 

“I swear if that stalker bastard is here-”

There he was, in all his unglorified glory, asleep on Quackity’s fucking couch.

The guy looked so peaceful, so serene. 

Quackity would ruin it.

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Wilbur was awoken by a harsh smack to the head. 

“Owww-! What the hell was that for?” He whined, rubbing his head as he blinked away sleep.

“You’re in my house, you furry fish!” The man yelled. Rude.

Wilbur was not a furry fish.

“I’m a sea otter hybrid, actually-”

“I know what you are!” The man interrupted. 

Again, rude.

“This place is nice, by the way.” Wilbur added, clinging onto the throw pillow on the couch.

“I know it’s nice, it’s my fucking house”

“Ah, pretty and humble.” Wilbur said sarcastically with a smirk, “How perfect”

The man glared at him. “Get the fuck out”

“What? I don’t want to! This is so comfy . Don’t get me wrong, I love the sea but it’s the sea . This is just heaven, I’m sure of it” Wilbur stated. This couch was certainly heaven. It was the softest thing Wilbur had ever felt. 

The man stared at him, baffled. Adorable, really.

“That couch is a piece of crap. Feels like sitting on a wooden board with a blanket on it. Really, it sucks ass”

How could the man insult his own amazing couch? Surely he had lost his mind. 

“I don’t think you’re right about that. This couch is quite nice” Wilbur said, laying back against it.

The man shook his head, grabbing Wilbur by the wrist and dragging him away.

“Hey, where are we going?” Wilbur asked, letting the man pull him.

“ You are gonna take a shower. You reek of fish and salt”

Wilbur gasped, putting his hand on his heart. “Sir I am offended . I assure you I clean myself thoroughly after every meal”

The man only scoffed, “ Sure ”

How dare he.

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Quackity shoved the weirdo back into the shower.

“It’s hot!” He screamed, trying to get from under the water.

“Yeah?! It’s a fucking shower- Will you hold still!?” Quackity huffed, turning the water to lukewarm while trying to keep Mr. Furry Fish and the water inside the shower.

Water no longer “burning hot” the guy only looked mildly uncomfortable.

“Why are we doing this again?” He asked, cringing under the water streaming down his face.

“Because you reek. Haven’t you ever taken a shower? Nevermind don’t answer that” Quackity sighed, grabbing the soap.

The otter man stepped back, eyeing the bottle wearily. “What’s that?”

Quackity glared at him. “ Soap . It will clean you”

“It smells weird”

“ You smell weird”

“That’s just hurtful”

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Wilbur sat in defeat as the man scrubbed his head with the horrid liquid. It smelled so weird.

At least he wasn’t yelling anymore. He was very pretty when he wasn’t yelling. He was very pretty always, actually.

The man paused, catching Wilbur staring. 

“What?” He asked with a glare.

“Nothing. You’re just very pretty. I like looking at you” Wilbur smiled innocently.

The man’s cheeks turned a very bright pink and he stumbled over his words. 

“Ah- You can’t- Stop that !” He pulled his hands away and rinsed the sea-foam like suds from Wilbur’s hair.

Wilbur stepped out of the shower once the water turned off and the man attacked him with a towel!

Wilbur yelped, trying to get away from the foul thing. “Let me go!”

Quackity groaned in annoyance. “Hold still . I’m drying your hair, idiot”

Wilbur didn’t need his hair to be dry. He would just wet it later again when he dove down in the bay to find food.

But the man wasn’t hurting him, so he surrendered, standing mostly still for him.

The towel was removed from Wilbur’s head and he sighed in relief. Towels were evil. Wilbur had decided.

Wilbur looked down at the man who was now staring up at him.

“What?” Wilbur asked, tilting his head.

The man blinked, shaking his head. “Nothing. You’re hair’s just surprisingly fluffy”

Wilbur looked in the mirror, looking at the slightly damp curls nestled atop his head. “Oh, it is”

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“No. That couch is not comfy. And it definitely isn’t the most comfortable thing ever .” Quackity drug his hand down his hand down his face in irritation.

“It is ” The otter man persisted, laying down on said couch.

He was insane. Actually insane.

Quackity was gonna lose his mind.

“Get up. Up up up” He waved his hands at the man for him to get up.

“What? Why?” Otter dude asked, standing up and stumbling away from Quackity’s ushering hands.

“You are clearly uneducated in the ways of comfort and I will help you and your empty brain”

“That’s the smartest sounding thing you’ve said so far”

“Shut up!”

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Wilbur was pushed onto the man’s bed and was going to protest but fuck that, this was heaven.

He burrowed his face into the soft comforter and just laid there . 

The man chuckled triumphantly. “See? That couch is shit. This bed isn’t even something special. Only slightly above average comfort-wise”

Wilbur groaned in reply. Words were too hard now.

“Okay. You’ve been proven wrong, get off my bed now”

Wilbur would have gasped if his face wasn’t buried in the bed.

How dare the man do this to him. Bring him to heaven only to drag him back down to hell.

He was Wilbur’s enemy now. No lie.

A pretty enemy, but an enemy nonetheless.

The man tried to pull Wilbur off the bed. Foolish mistake.

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Quackity screamed as otter boy pulled down in the bed, smothering him with his- otterness?

“Let me go, creep!”

“Never. Mine” The man mumbled, nuzzling into Quackity’s neck.

Quackity froze , cheeks turning red.

Before he went crazy.

“Let me go, let me go!” He wriggled out of the hybrid’s arms, wings puffed up again.

“Awh no fair” Fair? Fair?! Otter boy dare say Quackity was being unfair?

“I’ll show you unfair”

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Wilbur sighed.

He’d been cast out, separated from his one true love. And that pretty man too.

Ah, the bed. How he longed for it back already.

And the man declined his cuddles. Some people were just cruel.

He laid down in the one thing that gave him comfort, besides that heavenly bed.

Sand

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What the fuck is he doing.

Quackity looked out his window, watching the otter man eat sand .

He was pretty sure at least. 

It was hard to interpret the guy shoving sand into his mouth as anything besides eating it.

Against his better judgment, Quackity exited his house and walked over to the hybrid.

“Are you trying to kill yourself or some shit?” He asked, looking at him in disgusted pity.

Otter guy swallowed a mouthful of sand and turned to look at Quackity, sand on his cheeks and nose.

“No? I’m just-”

“Eating sand. You’re “just” eating sand. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Quackity shook his head, not even surprised at this point.

The otter man stared up at Quackity, feigning hurt, “You dare devoid a man of his one true passion?”

Quackity sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t even want to know. Get off my property”

Otter boy fucking pouted as he walked over to the water. Once waist deep in it he glanced back at Quackity, lip quivering and eyes teary.

“I’m not stupid, drop the act, fucker” Quackity crossed his arms.

The man sighed, and Quackity caught glimpse of his smirk before he dove headfirst into the sea.

There goes all his work for that shower.

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Wilbur was appalled. Insulted. Offended. Disgusted. Many other words he didn’t know nor care to say.

Mr. Pretty dared insult his culinary tastes?

Had he never experienced the greatness that was sand ?

He was clearly uncultured. And he thought Wilbur was the crazy one. 

Wilbur needed to complain to someone about this. And who better than the bay’s resident octopus man?

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Quackity sighed as he wiped his mop across the floor.

Stupid otter man. Stupid sandy footprints. Stupid weird touchiness. Stupid stupid stupid.

Quackity wasn’t having it. 

He finally got around to putting his groceries away once he finished mopping. He hoped the milk was still good.

He turned to go sit on his shitty ass couch but remembered it was covered in fucking sand and saltwater .

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“Technooooooo” Wilbur smiled, swimming up to the little half submerged cave the octopus hybrid lived in.

“William” Came the reply from within, sounding very unamused. “You here to bother me again?”

“I missed you, too, Techno” Wilbur chuckled as Techno exited the cave.

“I did not miss you. I never miss you” The octopus man rolled his eyes, leaning against the cave wall and fiddling with some old bracelet in his tentacles.

Hurtful.

“Yes you do. But that’s not the point-” Wilbur began, only to be cut off.

“Are you here to complain about that duck hybrid that lives on the beach?” Techno said as if it was obvious .

“For your information , that duck hybrid is the devil. He made me take a shower , yelled at me, introduced me to my one true love, and then kicked me out !”

“Sounds rough,” Techno said emotionlessly. Some people just didn’t care.

“It is rough. How am I supposed to get him to like me if all he does is complain?” Wilbur laid back in the water, draping his arm over his face. 

The agony of rejection.

“Well, you two have something in common already then” Techno chuckled. 

How. Dare. He.

“Why you-”

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Quackity wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.

He took a bite of his white bread and wiped away what totally wasn’t tears.

Bambi isn’t even that sad.

They’re just lame deer.

He might not eat venison much, but he sure as fuck wasn’t doing it again after this.

He pulled his knees close to his chest and took another bite of his bread.

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Wilbur wasn’t a creep. He was concerned .

Yes.

And watching Mr. Pretty through the window of his house, he was pretty sure he was crying . 

He’d fix that.

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Quackity heard his back door open. 

That combined with the surprisingly eerie music of fucking Bambi may have put him on edge.

A little.

He stood up from the couch, slowly walking towards the back of the house.

The Bambi music still played in the background making the situation all the more horrifying. 

He had a weapon though. His slice of bread. It would keep him safe.

He had complete faith in it.

“Hi!”

“AHH!”

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Wilbur squeaked when he got a piece of bread to the face.

“Hey what was that for?” He whined, inspecting the bread now in his hand.

The man had his hand over his heart, breathing heavily. 

“DUDE! You can’t just do that to me!”

“Oh. Did I scare you?” Wilbur asked, tilting his head and reaching for the man’s hand.

“YES!” He waved his hands, thus taking them from Wilbur’s reach.

He wasn’t disappointed.

“I just saw you crying and I-”

“I wasn’t fucking crying ” The man denied. Ah. Wilbur understood.

“Oh, I understand. I’ll just go,” He turned back towards the door, the man making a confused noise behind him, but nodding nonetheless.

Then Wilbur knew, it was his time to strike.

He spun around and jumped at the man.

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Quackity screamed.

He was going to die here, he was certain.

The otter man would tear out his throat with his sharp teeth and steal his house.

It was only a matter of time.

Oddly enough though there was no throat-ripping-out.

Quackity dared to open his eyes.

The fucker was cuddling him .

“Get- Get off me, asshole” He grunted, trying to drag himself out from under the otter guy.

“No. You were crying” The man said, nuzzling into Quackity’s shoulder.

“I- I was not!” Quackity’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment. He wasn’t crying over a deer .

“This is a violation of personal boundaries. This- This is probably a crime!” He said, pushing his head off his shoulder.

“Mm, don’t care”

Quackity gasped dramatically. This man, no, this thing didn’t care that he was breaking the law ?! Possibly.

“You’re a criminal” Quackity hissed. It all made sense now.

“Let me go, I will not be held by the likes of you! ”

The man shifted and pinned Quackity down again. 

Okay, that hurt. For real.

His wings were pinned at a very awkward angle. 

“Ow…” His eyes filled with tears, much against his own demands to not cry in front of this guy.

“Are you crying?”

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The man had tears in his eyes. He was crying again, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

“I’m not crying! Just- Just let me up, you’re hurting my wings-” His voice cracked.

Wilbur eased up. Maybe aggressive comfort wasn’t the right choice. 

He flipped the man over to look at his wings, which were very pretty still.

Even with the feathers all messed up from being bent weird.

“Hey, man, don’t touch-”

Wilbur ran his hands over the feathers.

The man yelped and jerked, but didn’t get far, still held by Wilbur.

“St-stop-” He was shaking slightly. Weird.

Wilbur raked his fingers through the wings, claws retracted. He wasn’t stupid .

The man was really tense and shaking more. 

Wilbur was going to say something about it but the guy started laughing .

“Stop it! Hahhahah, c-come on! Stop!” He yelled, tears in his eyes as he tried to squirm away from Wilbur’s touch.

Wilbur’s tail started wagging and he smiled. “Are you ticklish ?”

Wilbur knew his weakness.

The man was doomed. 

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Quackity was doomed.

His weaknesses had been exposed.

His safety, compromised.

His trust in otters, destroyed.

All was lost.

He sprinted through his house as Mr. Sea-Otter-Crazy-Criminal-Mastermind chased him.

This was his fucking house, and he was being chased around like some- some- Something you chase!

He skidded to a halt, ready to tear Otter guy a new one, but he crashed into him from behind.

“Caught you” He grinned.

Quackity groaned, shifting so he could breath under the man.

“Technically you crashed into me, doesn’t count.” Quackity huffed, trying to cross his arms with the guy pinning him down. 

He was just laying there. It didn’t even look comfortable. He was just awkwardly draped over Quackity, stupid smile on his face.

Moron.

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Wilbur was kicked out. Again .

Augh, some people really just didn’t like appreciate generosity.

If he left, Pretty Man might cry again.

Who knows what he might do to himself with those cursed movies.

Next he might watch Old Yeller or Up. 

Wilbur’s heard terrible things about those films.

He had to save his duck man. It was his mission.

But first, he must consult Mother . And Dadza too, he supposed.

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Quackity set the disc inside his dvd player, clicking the button for it to close.

He walked into his kitchen, grabbing some hot cocoa.

He was allowed hot cocoa in summer, he was a grown ass man.

He returned to the couch, sitting down on the horrid thing as the movie began to play.

The NeverEnding Story

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“Muuuuuuuuummmmm!” Wilbur smiled, swimming up to the whale hybrid and crawling onto her tail.

She smiled, brushing her thumb against his head. 

“Hey, Wil. How are you?”

Wilbur leaned into the touch, chirping happily.

“Mm, the pretty guy on the beach keeps watching films that make him cry. I tried to stop him but he kicked me out. Nobody appreciates me” He whined.

Mother chuckled softly, “Oh Wil, I’m sure he’s just… Adjusting , to your help”

Wilbur nodded. “He should really adjust faster though. Where’s dad?”

“He’s around here somewhere. Phil?”

Hearing his name, the manta ray hybrid poked his head out of the water. “Yes love?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes. 

“What do you think Wilbur should do about the duck hybrid on the beach?” Mother asked softly, picking Phil up in her palm.

“Oh. Hm, maybe he should just follow him around? It’s what I did with Kristin and that worked out fine”

Wilbur sighed.

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“You stupid fucking horse!” Quackity threw his pillow at the TV. “Damn it Artax move !”

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Wilbur snuck around the man’s house, peering in through the window.

He was crying again. There was some horse in the mud on his television. 

It didn’t seem that sad.

Maybe films were cursed.

Wilbur had to save the winged man. It was his duty.

Even if he normally got yelled at for it.

Maybe if he did something nice for him first.

Hm.

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Quackity turned off the TV once the movie was over.

That was one fucked up old movie.

And it was made for kids? Sickening.

It was enough to make the toughest of men cry, such as Quackity who was clearly among the toughest of men.

As he walked into the kitchen to deposit his cup in the sink, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and dragging on the floor behind him, he heard a knock on his door.

Hope made him want to believe it was someone from the village coming out for a late night chat.

But reason told him it was that fucking otter guy.

Quackity sighed and went to answer the door, throwing it open and glaring at the hybrid.

He was surprised to find him holding out Quackity’s blue floatie.

“So you did take it” He said, wiping tears off his face from that stupid movie .

The otter guy nodded slowly, holding the floatie out a bit more.

“I’m giving it back, just so that’s clear”

“Yes it’s clear, dipshit” Quackity snatched the floatie from him and set it beside his counter.

He looked back at the door.

Otter Dude was still there.

“Do you need something?” He asked. 

Quackity was smart enough to know he probably looked like shit after sitting on his crappy couch and crying on and off for like forty minutes.

The man looked down at his feet. “You were crying again”

Quackity looked away, cheeks red again. 

Was this guy just watching him all the time through his window?

How did he always know when he was crying?

“You’re stalking me?” Quackity snapped, glaring at the hybrid.

“N-no-”

“You are . Let me tell you, fucko, I know how to fight. Don’t test me” Quackity threatened.

Mr. Stalker didn’t look very threatened, but he nodded nonetheless.

“Good” Quackity slammed the door.

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The AUDACITY.

Wilbur brings back his floatie, doesn’t even break in that time, and the man still won’t let him come in.

This will not slide.

There will be no sliding for this.

Wilbur will deconstruct all slides in the area.

This man was clearly very sad and alone, and Wilbur knew from personal experience that that fucking sucked.

So he was taking matters into his own hands.

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Today was the day Quackity died.

He was sure of it this time.

It was 3:29 am and his fucking back door just creaked open .

He was petrified. 

Quackity pulled his blankets up to his face, barely peeking out at the door to his bedroom.

It was probably the otter guy being stupid.

Or maybe it was a murderer.

A serial killer.

A monster.

Maybe it was otter guy and he decided to kill Quackity.

He squeaked in fear as footsteps moved towards his bedroom.

Here Quackity died.

He’d never have anyone to carry on his legacy. 

He’d die alone and possibly smelling like fucking salt water.

At this point he was considering moving to a lake.

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Wilbur opened the door to the man’s bedroom carefully.

The man was awake, and staring at Wilbur in fear.

Oh no he scared him.

“Hey-”

He got a pillow to the face.

Okay then, attempt two.

“I’m just-”

Another pillow.

At least the guy didn’t look scared anymore.

He looked- Oh shit he was pissed.

“Come here you fucking furry fish!” The man jumped out of his bed and ran at Wilbur.

Wilbur squealed and took off through the house and out the front door.

He assumed the man would quit chasing him after he left the house.

He was wrong.

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“Get back here, asshole!” Quackity chased the otter man down the beach.

He almost had a heart attack ! 

He can’t just come breaking into Quackity’s house whenever he fucking pleased.

Punishments were in order.

He would suffer greatly for his crimes.

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Wilbur took a hard turn and dove into the water.

The man couldn’t follow him in here.

Wilbur was so smart, it was clear to everyone.

The man spat out curses from the shore, flipping Wilbur off.

Wilbur repeated the action, smiling smugly from his spot in the water.

Heheh, this was great.

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Quackity looked at the otter man’s stupid fucking smile.

He had some nerve.

With a sigh, he laid down in the sand and draped his arm over his eyes.

He was losing his damn mind.

What the hell did this guy even want from him?

Was he just trying to harass him? Make him crazy?

Was that his idea of fun?

Quackity was being tormented by some weird sadist.

Only logical explanation.

Something tapped him on the knee, and Quackity shot his leg out to kick what he knew was the hybrid.

There was a squeal, and Quackity chuckled slightly.

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The bastard kicked him!

So rude!

Wilbur just wanted to make sure he was okay!

Some people, he scoffed.

Wilbur didn’t pout though.

And when he was done not-pouting, he poked the guy again, this time out of kicking range.

“What’s your name, pretty man?” He asked.

The man moved his arm off his face, looking over at Wilbur in confusion.

“What’d you call me?” 

“Pretty man,” Wilbur repeated.

The man stared at him for a moment, a weird confused and tired look crossing his face. 

“It’s Quackity” The man answered, looking away from Wilbur.

Chapter Text

Quackity kept his gaze away from the hybrid, unsure what to say now.

There was silence, then he spoke.

“I’m Wilbur” He smiled.

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“I didn’t think you’d have a name. Or if you did it’d be like, Clam or Kelp”

WHAT?

This man- This Quackity man, how dare he?

Wilbur stared at him, utterly insulted .

“You’re a special kind of mean,” Wilbur huffed.

He scooped up some sand and put it in his mouth.

…

“Are you fucking eating sand again?!”

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Quackity regretted everything.

The man kidnapped him.

He told him his name and now he stole him away like some fae story or some shit.

Oh the agony.

Quackity had given up fighting a long time ago, now just letting the otter hybrid - or, Wilbur now - push him around in the bay on his floatie as he pleased.

Quackity had to admit though, the otter noises this guy made were adorable.

But it didn’t make up for the kidnapping.

Wilbur smiled and spoke. “I’m taking you to mum!”

“What-?!”

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Wilbur swam, pushing the floatie Quackity lay in as he went.

He was so happy. 

He was going to show Quackity off to everyone . But mother first, she was the best.

Quackity seemed disgracefully upset about the idea of meeting mother. 

Again, how dare he.

Mother was amazing.

“Hey- Can we talk this out? I- I’ll let you lay in my bed again! Or- or, uh, you could have my blue floatie back!” Quackity attempted to sway him. It wouldn’t work.

“Bribery is useless, my beautiful companion” Wilbur stated.

Quackity sighed in defeat, laying his head back against the floatie and looking at Wilbur.

“You’re so weird…” He muttered.

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Holy shit.

Like really, what the fuck.

Quackity stared at Wilbur’s “mother” who was a fucking whale hybrid .

The woman was MASSIVE.

He gulped, very much intimidated. 

He knew a strong woman when he saw one. Especially when her hand was, y’know, bigger than his whole body.

“Hello” She greeted, serious.

This was not what Quackity expected.

Why couldn’t Wilbur’s mother have been a sea otter hybrid like him? Y’know, chirpy and fluffy and NORMAL SIZED?

This was some weird adoption thing Quackity guessed.

“Uhm, he-hello ma’am” Quackity forced a smile, voice coming out in a squeak.

Ah yes how very manly he was.

Great.

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Wilbur laid on mother’s stomach, looking down at Quackity floating awkwardly in his blue ring.

He was so silly.

Mother wasn’t even that scary, a gentle giant she was.

What was even better was the fact that Quackity had no idea Phil was right behind him

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Something touched Quackity’s shoulder from behind, making him scream and jerk to see what it was.

There was a mostly normal looking blond dude in the water beside him.

He had some dark marks and white speckles on his skin, so Quackity knew better than to think he was human.

He probably had some freaky fish tail under the water.

Wilbur laughed at Quackity’s fear because he was an asshole .

Bastard.

Wilbur’s “mother” only smiled, lowering her palm as the blond man swam over to her.

He crawled into her hand and she lifted him up, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Okay, a couple then.

Maybe?

How was he to know?

Also he was some sort of manta ray dude. Weird.

“That’s dad,” Wilbur said.

Okay, so Quackity was right.

“Okay” He muttered.

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“I’m taking him back now!” Wilbur said, hopping off of mother to get down in the water with Quackity.

He splashed water all over him and his floatie, making him wipe his face off slowly and glare at Wilbur.

Wilbur chuckled and sunk under the water, only keeping his eyes and up visible.

“Heheh, sorry”

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Quackity was too tired for this shit.

Wilbur, who he would refer to as fucko in this situation, was trying to bribe him into letting him stay the night.

No way, fucko.

“No. You can’t bribe me with shells, idiot. I don’t want your stupid shells, you’re not staying-”

“Pleeeeeease?” The hybrid begged, looking down at Quackity with big sad eyes.

“No. No, stop.” Quackity pushed fucko away from his door.

“What will you do without me?” The otter man asked in an irritating whiny tone.

“I’ll probably watch a movie-”

“Noooooo!”

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“You can’t do that, you’ll cry again!” Wilbur said, trying to squeeze his way past Quackity.

It was his self-appointed duty to keep the man happy. 

Or at least, keep him from crying.

“I- I will not! I’m not gonna watch anything sad , go away!” The winged man said, cheeks bright red.

“Noo-”

The door slammed shut.

Chapter Text

Quackity walked tiredly into his bedroom, chucking off his damp and salty clothes in return for some pajamas.

He crawled into his bed, hugging his spare pillow tightly.

Wilbur was such a fucking pain.

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Wilbur was again not letting this slide.

It shouldn’t even be attempting to slide, he’d outlawed sliding.

Gotten rid of all slides.

Quackity just liked to live on the edge it seemed.

He was moving.

That was pretty easy though since his “home” was just an area of water where he slept.

He could relocate to the water near Quackity’s house.

But first, revenge .

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Quackity is awoken suddenly and painfully by a weight on his chest.

He may or may not quack in surprise.

There’s a gasp and an “aww” and Quackity knows damn well who it is.

He blinked sleep from his eyes, trying to shove Wilbur off before he could even process things properly, but the otter hybrid wouldn’t budge.

In fact, he only settled down more comfortably on Quackity.

“Ge’ off-” He mumbled, again failing to remove the man.

Wilbur shook his head, cooing against Quackity’s neck.

This was his life now, apparently.

Living pillow and pretty thing for a stupid furry fish man.

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Quackity fell back asleep.

He must not hate Wilbur anymore!

He didn’t make him leave and only complained a little bit.

Wilbur cooed happily, snuggling up to Quackity and taking his hand before settling into sleep himself.

Chapter Text

Quackity regrets everything.

All the way down to that one beach trip in kindergarten that had started his love for the beach.

Curse you Miss Whatever-Her-Name-Was.

And now, Quackity lay in the evil clutches of Wilbur .

It was still late. 

He’d been woken by Wilbur around 1:00 in the morning, and it was 3:30 now.

He hadn’t slept very long.

Which made sense considering the suffocating weight on his chest.

He turned his head best he could, looking at the sleeping hybrid on top of him.

What a mess Wilbur was.

Quackity sighed, carefully brushing Wilbur’s oily hair out of his face.

He wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t constantly trying to torment Quackity.

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Wilbur slept like a fucking baby in Quackity’s nice bed.

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Quackity dreamt of old memories from back in the city.

The presence beside him as he slept may have brought them on.

He tossed and turned, clutching his pillow as scenes played through his mind.

Quackity was woken up by a whine beside him. 

He blinked his eyes open, rolling over to find Wilbur in bed beside him.

…

What-?

He blinked a few times, remembering last night’s events before he huffed and pushed Wilbur off the bed.

The hybrid squealed in surprise, quickly sitting up and looking at Quackity in confusion.

“Get out” Quackity demanded, pointing to the door.

“But I-” Wilbur began.

Quackity cut him off, “ Out !”

Wilbur whined and scrambled out of the house.

Quackity sighed and laid back down, rubbing his hands over his face.

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Wilbur hurried out of the house, sparing a glance back once he was on the beach.

Quackity seemed really upset.

Had Wilbur done something to make him mad?

He’d thought he was having a nightmare, he just wanted to make him feel better.

Apparently it didn’t work.

Wilbur hummed anxiously as he dove back into the sea.

Quackity was more genuinely upset then he’d been before…

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Quackity wasn’t sad. Naaaahhhh.

He just felt that his movies might need to be watched so they wouldn’t feel uncared for. 

And that his ice cream had sat alone in the freezer for too long.

The movie he chose only happened to be Me Before You that was his business.

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Wilbur swam towards the cove where Tommy lived, needing to tell his woes to the goldfish boy.

Tommy met him halfway, likely sensing Wilbur’s distress.

Maybe not, but oh well.

“What’s up with you, Wil?” The boy asked, swimming literal circles around Wilbur.

“Quackity’s upset” Wilbur said sadly.

“Aaaannnd, I’m guessing that’s the beach dude?”

Wilbur nodded.

“Mhm, okay. Do you know why he’s upset?”

Wilbur shook his head. “No…”

“Okay then it’s not your fault. Maybe” Tommy smiled.

Wilbur was not amused.

“I don’t want him to be upset, Tommy. He’s cried like fifteen times since he moved here two weeks ago” He waved his hands around to add to the desperation in his voice.

“Damn. Guy must have issues” Tommy muttered, to which Wilbur smacked him atop the head.

“You have issues” He shot back, glaring at the goldfish hybrid.

Stupid Tommy, stupid goldfish boy.

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Quackity dozed on the couch, the credits of the movie rolling down the screen. 

He registered distantly that he should move to his bed, but he didn’t have the energy.

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Stealth mission.

Cue action music.

Wilbur snuck around Quackity’s house, looking in through the windows to see where the man was.

Much to his surprise he wasn’t in the bedroom.

Wilbur squeaked in surprise, snaking around the building to the living room window.

Sure enough, Quackity was passed out on the couch. The couch he claimed to be “a piece of crap”.

Wilbur didn’t know what he’d been watching, but the screen glowed blue after the dvd player shut off after the movie ended, and there was a mostly empty tub of melted ice cream on the couch beside Quackity.

Not promising.

So Wilbur did what any good person would do.

He snuck in through the window.

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Quackity faintly registered that he was moving.

He didn’t have it in him to care.

The movements did nothing but pull him deeper into sleep, into memories.

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Wilbur chirped anxiously as he looked down at Quackity in his arms.

The man looked… not good?

It was hard to say. He looked uncomfortable, maybe scared?

Wilbur couldn’t really tell.

But his wings were pulled tighter to his back then normal and Wilbur was sure it wasn’t that comfortable.

He carefully opened the door to Quackity’s room, walking over to set the duck hybrid down on his bed.

He pulled the blankets up over Quackity, fluffing up pillows around him.

Leaving was a bit more difficult than normal though, what with Quackity’s hand still clutched firmly around Wilbur’s shirt.

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Quackity was asleep, for the most part.

He had the smallest hint of consciousness surrounding his actions and surroundings, but not really enough to think straight.

All he knew was that the warmth was leaving, and he didn’t want it to.

So he kept his hand grasped tightly around it.

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Wilbur hummed anxiously, making a face as he tried to figure out how to leave .

For once he had actually planned on it, what with Quackity seeming genuinely upset and all.

He didn’t want to make things worse.

But the duck hybrid kept his hand clasped tightly around Wilbur’s ratty shirt.

He bounced his leg nervously, looking down at Quackity.

It was settled.

Wilbur had no idea what to do.

He slowly tried to pull away, only to get a pained chirp from Quackity.

Wilbur’s eyes widened. He sounded like a baby bird, and who was Wilbur to deny comfort to a baby bird?

Shhh, he was making excuses for himself.

Wilbur chirped back, though different because he was a sea otter hybrid not a duck hybrid.

His self-control had run out. Wilbur was definitely cuddling with Quackity tonight, the poor guy needed it , clearly.

Chapter Text

Quackity wasn’t a fan of nightmares.

Actually, it was likely that nobody was a fan of nightmares.

Either way, he was having one tonight

He distantly knew that it was a dream, but his brain pushed that aside in favor of his fear.

He cowered under the dark figure above him, many of his feathers pulled out and scattered across the floor.

He didn’t get a chance to finish the dream though, unlike normal. 

Which he was grateful for, don’t get him wrong, but he was confused.

He opened his eyes, blinking in the darkness.

Normally the nightmare continued until the worst part, then it woke him up.

That hadn’t happened, so why was he awake?

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Wilbur cooed quietly, keeping his arms wrapped around Quackity.

He nuzzled into Quackity’s hair, trying to comfort the man through his nightmare.

Wilbur had no idea what it was about, but he didn’t like the duck hybrid’s reaction.

Wilbur himself didn’t have nightmares very often, only really having one reoccur every so often about the time he’d almost drowned in the bay.

And he slept on land after those dreams, just because.

He squeaked in shock when a hand rested on his arm.

“What’re you doing?” Quackity whispered.

Wilbur ducked his head, putting his hands over his eyes.

Quackity chuckled softly, making Wilbur peek out from behind his hands.

“You really do act just like the little otters in the bay” The man smiled.

Wilbur smiled back.

Chapter Text

Quackity woke up feeling like shit .

His nose was clogged and his throat phlegmy.

He groaned, rolling over and burying his face into the nearest pillow.

He wasn’t doing this today.

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Wilbur opened his eyes and yawned.

His gaze fell down to Quackity, his face buried in his shirt.

His cheeks and nose were all red, and his breathing sounded weird.

Wilbur didn’t like that at all.

He put his hand on Quackity’s forehead, causing the man to lean into his cool hand.

He was pretty warm, but not dangerously so. That was good at least.

But, Quackity was sick. It was easy to tell now that his face wasn’t smooshed against his body.

Wilbur quickly got out of the bed, unsure what to do.

Wilbur himself had only been sick a handful of times, all when he was young .

His parents took care of him, and he barely remembered it.

He didn’t know what to do .

Wilbur hummed anxiously, scratching his hand as he looked down at Quackity.

“You’re sick- I don’t, what do I do?” He asked quietly.

Quackity opened his eyes, squinting in the light. He coughed a few times before getting out an answer. 

“S’cough syrup in th’ bathroom cabinet…” The hybrid muttered, and Wilbur quickly hurried off to the bathroom.

After way too much difficulty finding the cough syrup (he couldn’t read very well, don’t blame him), he opened the bottle to get the right amount like Quackity said.

He very quickly changed his mind at the smell of the horrid stuff. He chucked it across the room and it landed in the trash.

Maybe Quackity had honey instead.

Wilbur remembered Mother telling him that honey helped a cough.

He brought the bottle into Quackity’s room, giving some to the sick hybrid.

Quackity quacked, surprised by the flavor.

“Mm, this isn’ cough syrup… S’too sticky an’ sweet” He mumbled.

“I uh, you’re all out of eh- Cough syrup.” Wilbur lied. He wasn’t giving that shit to Quackity, it was probably poisoned.

Quackity hummed, clearly not believing him, but not caring enough to argue.

“M’hungry…”

Wilbur nodded, walking off into the kitchen to find Quackity some food.

He wasn’t worried, and he certainly wasn’t intimidated by the everything that was Quackity’s kitchen.

Psh, he could get him something. Piece of kelp.

Chapter Text

Quackity should maybe be more concerned about the noises coming from his kitchen.

But he was too tired to care.

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Wilbur walked away from his first attempts at food to bring Quackity some bread and grapes. That was, probably decent food.

Seemed okay to him.

Not as good as sand but he wasn’t here to judge.

He brought the food to Quackity, helping him sit up so he wouldn’t choke.

He looked awful, he was still pretty of course, but it made Wilbur feel bad for him with how miserable he looked.

It occurred to Wilbur that he might think Quackity was so pretty because his standards were oily hair and worn clothes.

He lived in the sea .

These realizations changed nothing.

Quackity was still pretty, even now.

Wilbur sighed, resting his chin on the edge of the bed as he watched Quackity eat from his spot on the floor.

He hoped he got better soon.

Chapter Text

Quackity sniffled, groaning at his stuffy nose.

He could barely breathe .

He hated being sick.

It only made him more sad and pathetic than normal, and to add to it it seemed to make Wilbur more annoying than normal.

He was trying to make sure Quackity was comfortable, that he was eating and drinking enough, that he wasn’t too bored and was staying warm.

Sure, this would be nice, but only if he actually liked the person doing it.

No. When your mortal enemy is taking care of you when you’re defenseless, it makes you feel a lot of things, none of which are comfort. 

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Wilbur rummaged through Quackity’s fridge, looking for more food.

It was kinda empty actually. There were some pickles, milk, juice, a half empty carton of eggs, salad dressings and some leftovers in tupperware.

Quackity should really go shopping. Or maybe start a garden, that’d be cool.

Wilbur grabbed the pickles and juice. He put a couple pickles on a plate and poured a glass of juice, put them back in the fridge (Quackity had yelled at him about that before) and went over to the pantry for something else.

It was also mostly empty, some cereal boxes with barely anything in them, crackers, boxes of noodles, a bag of stuffing shoved in the back, and lots of bread.

He’d been feeding Quackity a lot of bread through, so crackers it was.

Wilbur grabbed the box and dumped a handful of crackers onto the plate before putting it back.

He grabbed the plate and glass of juice before heading to Quackity’s room.

He watched Quackity eat them for a while before the man spoke.

“Can you put on a movie?” He asked.

Wilbur of course was against this.

“No! You always cry when you watch movies!”

Quackity’s wings fluffed up, likely in anger. “I do not. Besides, it doesn’t have to be sad. We can watch like, Finding Dory or something.”

“I have no idea what that is. Is it sad?” Wilbur asked cautiously.

“No. Uh…” Quackity paused, thinking. “No I don’t think so. It’s about fish”

Wilbur squinted, watching Quackity “Does the fish die ?” 

“No the fish doesn’t fucking die!” Quackity shouted, only to cut himself off with a cough.

“Fine fine, no crying though”

Chapter Text

In Quackity’s defense, he didn’t remember anything about Finding Dory.

Also in his defense, he only cried a little bit.

Wilbur had been ecstatic about the otters though.

Quackity didn’t even remember otters being in the film, but the “cuddle party” scene had caused an issue.

Now he was once again in Wilbur’s clutches, and he couldn’t leave.

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“Le’ me go, I’ll ge’ you sick-” Quackity wheezed.

Wilbur shook his head, holding Quackity tightly as he watched the movie end.

“No. I’ll be fine” He nuzzled his hair, looking over his head at the TV.

Some movies weren’t all bad it seemed. At least they had the decency to include sea otters.

Chapter Text

In hindsight, sleeping on the couch had been stupid.

His back ached and his neck had an awful crick in it, not to mention the red mark on his cheek from where it had rested against Wilbur’s arm.

On top of that, Quackity needed a shower.

Desperately.

He smelled like sickness and salt water.

Quackity stood up, letting Wilbur fall over across the couch.

The fall immediately woke the hybrid from his sleep, making him snap his head up and look around in confusion.

Quackity laughed, though it might have sounded more like a wheezy cough.

He ignored Wilbur’s further confusion in favor of walking to the bathroom.

A shower would be nice.

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Wilbur scrambled off the couch, trying to figure out where Quackity was going.

He only got the door slammed in his face when he tried to follow.

“What’re you doing?” He asked through the bathroom door.

“M’gonna shower” Came the reply from inside.

Wilbur hummed worriedly. Quackity was still sick. How badly he didn’t know.

What if he passed out and drowned? 

“What if you drown?” He asked, staring at the door.

He heard Quackity snort in amusement.

“I’m not gonna drown , Wilbur. I’ll be fine”

“I could help-” Wilbur offered.

“No.” Quackity’s reply was instant.

Okay, rude.

Wilbur huffed and sat down against the door.

“If you drown I won’t be sad!” He yelled through the door.

That was a lie. He would be sad.

Chapter Text

It took a few more days for Quackity’s cold to go away, but it did.

And he almost wished it didn’t.

Again, almost . He didn’t like being sick.

But now that he was better Wilbur was annoying as usual.

At least when he was sick Wilbur laid off a bit, doing things for him rather than clinging to him.

Now the clinging was back. And stronger.

“Let me go, Wilbur” 

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“ Yes ”

“Mm, no”

Quackity inhaled deeply. 

He was going to lose his mind.

Then a cruel, cruel thought entered his mind.

“Hey Wilbur, wanna watch a movie?”

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Wilbur chirped happily and curled up on the couch next to Quackity.

Maybe this one would have otters in it too! Or foxes, Wilbur had heard of foxes. They sounded cool.

The movie title screen came up on the TV.

A Quiet Place .

Chapter Text

Quackity was scared, sure. 

He hated horror.

But he had seen this one enough times to be mostly numb to it, and the fear he felt was greatly outweighed by the joy of Wilbur’s reaction.

The man was horrified.

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Wilbur clung to Quackity, staring in horror, fear and disgust.

What kind of fucked up movie was this?

Those monsters would haunt his nightmares for years.

One particularly frightening part played and Wilbur squealed, clutching Quackity’s shirt tightly.

“I hate this…” He whispered.

Quackity was awful enough to smile.

Chapter Text

Quackity sighed, crawling into his bed.

Wilbur followed, burrowing under the blankets with a whine.

Maybe the horror movie was a bad idea at this time of day.

Wilbur was not going to leave in the dark, but he definitely wouldn’t be sticking around after Quackity’s little prank.

He could deal with one more night.

Wilbur whined at the wind howling outside, trembling under the covers.

Maybe… maybe Quackity had been a little too mean.

Wilbur lived in the ocean , he probably had never seen any scary movies before.

With a sigh, Quackity resigned to comforting the hybrid.

He lifted the blankets a bit, looking at the man cowering within.

“You okay?” He asked softly. Wilbur shook his head, hands over his eyes.

Quackity put his hand on Wilbur’s head, cringing at the oily hair.

“Hey, do you wanna take a bath?”

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Wilbur really, really liked bathes.

They were better than showers, especially once he got used to the warmth.

There were so many sudsy bubbles, and as much as he hated the soap he could stand it for this.

He cooed as Quackity scrubbed his hair, the man rolling his eyes in response.

Maybe he could forgive Quackity for the horror film.

Chapter Text

Wilbur did leave in the morning, still pissed over the horror movie. Plus, he was convinced that the monsters in it couldn’t swim, and thus the ocean was safe.

Quackity chuckled, watching the hybrid swim out in the bay.

Stupid.

The turned away from his window, walking back inside and turning on the radio.

He cleaned up his kitchen, listening to songs play for a while before the weather report came on.

Quackity paused, looking out at the sky in concern.

Hurricane warning for later this evening, residents in these areas are advised to remain indoors .

Quackity listened, worried when his area was said.

He set down the plate he’d been washing and walked outside to put his things away.

And maybe, maybe there was a certain otter hybrid he was worried about, too.

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Wilbur swam around in the bay, diving below to gather clams and fish for dinner.

He was still spooked from the movie he’d watched with Quackity, so he wasn’t going on land anytime soon.

Wilbur swam, and was unaware of the clouds darkening in the distance

Chapter Text

Quackity hated to admit it but he was worried.

Really, really worried.

The storm was clearly on its way, the dark clouds above were sign enough.

The wind blew harshly and waves crashed against the beach.

Wilbur was out there .

Quackity’s wings puffed up in fear.

He’d gotten way too attached to the guy.

He squinted in the harsh wind, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Wilbur!” He shouted, receiving no response. As expected.

“Wilbur! Please, you need to come to shore! I’m sorry that I scared you before, but you need to come back!”

There was no answer.

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Wilbur gasped, resurfacing from the waves. They were getting so big.

Too big.

He could swear that he could hear something from on the beach, but he was more worried about not drowning.

Thunder cracked above, making Wilbur whine and put his hands over his ears. The rain was aggressive now, beating down on Wilbur just like the waves.

He should get to shore.

…

Which way was shore?

Chapter Text

Quackity was being stupid, he knew.

He needed to go inside. But Wilbur was still out there , how could he leave him?

Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the rain soaking him.

“Wilbur!” He shouted again, hoping this time the man would hear him. Again there was no response.

Quackity sobbed. He didn’t know what to do.

Wilbur could be dead for all he knew.

Wilbur could be dead .

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Wilbur swam in the direction he thought the shore was. He tried to stay under water as much as he could, avoiding most of the storm's wrath, but he needed to breathe eventually.

He swam up, gasping in air before a wave crashed down and sent him back under.

He panicked, swimming back up as fast as he could, only for another wave to crash down.

Wilbur’s head was spinning, dark spots dancing in his vision.

He had to be close, there were colors ahead that were probably the land.

Wilbur distantly heard yelling before he was pulled back under by the waves

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Where is he ? 

Quackity wiped his hair out of his face, scanning the bay for any sight of Wilbur.

The storm was really bad now, he couldn’t be out here much longer.

After thirty minutes, there was still nothing, and Quackity forced himself to go inside.

He curled up on the couch, clinging to the pillow Wilbur had stolen while he was here, and sobbed.

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For Wilbur, all was dark.

Chapter Text

Quackity’s throat hurt.

He’d been crying for a long time, he didn’t think he had any tears left.

Maybe he’d pulled out a few feathers, maybe he hadn’t moved from the couch, maybe he was too scared to.

Quackity felt like, if he went back outside, it would really secure the fact that Wilbur wasn’t there.

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Wilbur hurt .

He registered the sand on his cheek and the wind in his wet hair. 

He peeled open his eyes, even that hurt to do.

He whined, curling in on himself as if it would ease the pain.

It didn’t.

It made it worse.

He really wanted to lay in Quackity’s soft bed.

Quackity.  

Wilbur groaned and forced himself up. He was a ways down the beach from Quackity’s house. He could barely see the back door.

Wilbur stood, and walked.

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Quackity heard the back door creak open.

He almost ignored it, but then he was reminded of the only person he knew he actively broke into his house.

Quackity sat up quickly, practically falling off the couch as he ran through the hall to the back door.

He crashed into something after barely making it to the hall.

He steadied himself, looking up to see Wilbur.

Quackity choked back a sob, throwing his arms around the otter hybrid.

“Fuck- Wilbur, I- I thought you-” He stuttered, letting Wilbur rest his chin on Quackity’s head.

“Mm pretty tired. Can I sleep in your bed?” Wilbur mumbled, a small smile on his face.

Quackity looked up at him, nodding as tears streamed down his face.

Wilbur brushed the tears off Quackity’s cheek with his thumb, “Don’ cry, Quackity, I’m okay. Didn’ think you’d miss me this much”

“I didn’t think I would either” The duck hybrid replied, pulling Wilbur into the bedroom.

He tried to pull Wilbur down but he chirped in protest. “I’ll get your bed all wet, I’m covered in sea water”

“I don’t care, Wilbur. Come on” Quackity pulled on Wilbur’s arm and the taller fell into the bed.

Quackity tugged him up so he wasn’t half hanging off the bed, and wrapped his arms around him.

“I thought you died…”

Wilbur cooed, nuzzling into Quackity. “M’okay”

“You’re okay… We’re okay,” Quackity whispered, hugging Wilbur tighter.

“ We’re okay ”

Chapter Text

Wilbur ran up to the house in eager excitement, his precious treasures tucked safely in his arms.

He hurried in through the door, looking for Quackity.

“Quackity! I found something amazing!”

Quackity walked into the kitchen. “What’re you yelling about so early, Wil?” The shorter hybrid yawned.

Wilbur held up his treasures, and Quackity gasped.

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Quackity stared in shock. Wilbur had brought home babies .

“ Where did you find those?!” He shrieked.

“They were abandoned on some rocks. I waited a long time but it didn’t seem like anyone was coming back for them. They’re so little ” The sea otter hybrid cooed, nuzzling the children.

They appeared to be marine iguana hybrids, little tails and spines down their backs.

Maybe it was because Quackity was a bird hybrid, but dammit he was attached already, and his stupid bird brain really wanted him to take care of them. 

Quackity cooed, reaching out for the babies.

“What’re we gonna call them?” Quackity whispered, gently running his thumb over one of the babies’ cheek.

“I like the name Tallulah,” Wilbur answered softly.

Quackity nodded slowly, still staring at the babies, “I like that too. And how about Tilin, for the other?” 

“It’s perfect”

“ They’re perfect ”